Winner Takes All

Leaving Mr. Ward, Jack returned to his rented house with Brent.

Brent was shocked by the condition of the house.

"Is it too shabby?" asked Jack.

"No. It seems that you've gone through a lot," replied Brent.

Jack was amazed by Brent's personality.

He then felt relieved for he would have to be with Brent for a long time.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"I bought a new house. We'll be able to move in next month," said Jack.

Brent nodded.

He didn't care much about the living environment. He only cared for living.

Actually his life had dramatically changed after he was employed by the Hughes family.

When he was still a warrior, he lived alongside sword and shield and even never thought of life.

He had gone through the worst of the worst. There hadn't been much change since Brent arrived.

Jack wasn't worried about the people in the family business. He even added an exercise session to his daily routine. Over the past few years, he had devoted to working and taking care of his mom Sophie.

So he wanted to pick it up since he had more time now.

But what Mr. Ward said to him really made him uncomfortable.

'I missed the elite cultivation of the family, so I can't be an elite?'

'Or I'm inferior to those so-called elites from the family?'

He didn't buy this anymore.

He knew that he had suffered from tremendous stress and pain.

Except himself, only Sophie understood how tough it was.

So he led his life and let those who judged him shut up.

As the sun rose, Jack went jogging at a park nearby.

He was drenched in sweat, but he didn't stop.

The park was empty before Jack arrived.

He had scheduled his exercise as early as possible to maximize his work time even if he had to sacrifice his sleep.

On the paths of the park, the street lamps were still on.

He saw something moving in the dark.

A man appeared right in front of him and suddenly rushed towards him.

"Who is that?" Jack shouted.

He thought that was a robber.

The man laughed.

"Show me what you got, bastard!"

That was the man from the Hughes family! He had been trying to find Jack.

Jack was shocked.

The man ran towards him and kicked him on the chest.

Jack blocked with his hands in front of his chest out of instinct.

Boom!

Jack fell to the ground heavily as if his bone was broken.

"Bastard! You're so weak. Why does he expect you to take over the family?"

The man ran towards Jack again fast like thunder.

The street lamp was too dim for Jack to identify the man.

Jack recalled what Mr. Ward told him.

He knew that that man was going to kill him.

Jack panicked with a terrible shiver.

After a second, the man attacked with his leg kicking towards Jack's head.

'He really wants to kill me?'

Jack narrowed his eyes as he realized that he was not able to beat that man.

Suddenly, another man appeared in front of Jack.

It was Brent! Brent grabbed that man's leg and threw him away furiously.

"Go the hell away! George Hughes, you have the gut to attack Young master? You don't wanna live?" shouted Brent.

"Oh, Brent? The Old master seems to value this bastard and send you to protect him."

George wasn't hurt so much even after being thrown by Brent.

Jack was utterly speechless.

He was about the same size as George. But if he was thrown away, he would be injured dreadfully.

As George walked towards them, Jack saw his face clearly.

With sharp facial features and fair skin, George sneered disdainfully.

'This man is wild.'

Jack was good at read people's face, for he had been working in the real estate industry for a long time. Certainly he was.

"Would you even dare to kill me? You're just a security guard of the Hughes family. But I'm one of the successors." said George arrogantly. "Yep, I'm the guard of Mr. Ward, not of the Hughes family. You better don't forget I taught you how to fight," Brent said without hesitation. George sneered coldly, "You think you can protect him well?"

"I would die doing so as the old master told me!"

"How loyal!"

"That loser can't take me a fight. That's why he needs you to protect. But I'm not killing him today," said George with a snicker.

"I just come over to see what this bastard can do."

"What a pathetic loser. The Old master is just a fool to put high hopes on you," said George arrogantly.

"Are you worried?"

"If you were capable a little bit, he wouldn't have expected me to take over the family," said Jack with a sarcastic smile. George felt pricked in his heart with his smile frozen.